[Triple C]
Big Bow, 13 motherf**er
Big Bow, 13
[Triple C]
Another jam from the mind of the double D
I put it down for the homies and the Central Coast Family
Some wicked sh** pounding out your box
A little something to bump when you're cooking them rocks
We all got our own ways of making the green
You do whatever it takes to get up onto the scene
I do what I do, staying true to the blue
Southside 13, what about you fool?
Run and hide and get out your map
Leva motherf**ers from the other side to the tracks
I never forgive and punk I never forget
It ain't over motherf**ers, no not just yet
Move out of scene, I knew you would leave
I got another motherf**ing trick up my sleeve
Smoke you like a roach, can I make it last?
Like a quick half ounce, another thing from the past
You're the kind of motherf**er talking sh** b**h
I'm the kind of motherf**er making the hit list
When I see you in the street you better run and cover
Cuz if I pull out my gat, I shoot to k** motherf**er
[Lil' Rob]
It's the Lil' Rob
Known like the mob cuz I be dropping them hits
Giving it till you who*es can't stand, giving it till your heart quits
It's open, hoping for another chance
f** that fat hyna, it's ain't over till the hyna dance
Glance at a man with no worries, full of teary
Riddle at me, loose, hang you fools from a noose
Then light you up on fire, put away my lighter
f** the f**ing Devil, I'm the one that he admires
Inquiring minds want to know
How the f** we can be so f**ing sick and quick to stick p**y
The cheif enemies got the remedy
To make more enemies than anybody in the pen with a felony
Now you're mad at me
I'm just glad we had the chance to be friendly before I k**ed you f**ing family
Say you're understanding me, fool you ain't no man to me
Pulling petty crimes, thinking that you're gonna flatter me
b**h I could give a f** about what you're doing
I could give a f** about what, who that you flew
Make you sick like the flu, I know how to spook you
All it takes is a bullet, you'll be shaking in your shoes
What kind of d**h do you choose? Homicide or suicide?
Circle one, call me Gato cuz the cat got your tounge
Ese young, 21, people saying that I'm done
But the more sh** that you talk, the more fun has begun
Leave your a** rung, let alone your a** hung
Chop you up with my machete with my hockey mask on
Better yet I'll paint my face up like Dead Presidents
In your neighborhood, nothing but dead residents
When I get through with them, set them up and have a brew with them
While the juras wondering what to do with them
Cuz there's so many of them, God must not have loved them
Cuz he let me do what I did, close their eye lids
[Mr. Shadow]
Now who be batty, coming trying to diss my sk**s
It's that evil-minded demon, shoving fools under the hills
Motherf**ers try to run but they can never hide, I find em
Putting the bullets in, hollow tips and I blind em
Shadow be that one bald-headed fool ready to bust
The man of steel who turns his rivals into f**ing dust
I must admit to all the sh** that I commited
All the f**ing bodies and the craniums that I splitted
I spitted many rhymes, I flipped so many sounds
Take these fools into depressions like the year of 95
Homicide got me tripping
That's why I'm loading a clip
Motherf**ers trying to trip
They end up looking just like sh**